MM: Writing Exercise #12

6 Responses to “MM: Writing Exercise #12”

1. Leigh Royals says on: 8 September 2008 at 10:02 am

   Memories are powerful things
   I see the flames and my heart sings
   Remembering a childhood of camping and fun
   Roasting marshmellows over a fire, as this one.
   Late night sounds, crickets and creeks
   Chirping or flowing by as I sleep.
   The feel of pebbles beneath my bed
   The fear of crawlies on my head
   The smell of the earth, clean and new
   As each morning I wake and step in the dew.
   I love the mountains
   The rolling hills
   Being in nature gives me such thrills
   I’ve buried a frog, squeezed to death with love
   And made a paper sack marker to put above
   I’ve hiked long trails
   Up hills and down
   I’ve wondered when we’d ever get back to town.
   I’ve chased fireflies and kept them in jars
   It was nice not to need to get around with cars.
   Bikes and shoes were all that you used
   By the end of the summer, my feet were abused
   But the time spent with family was priceless indeed
   And these memories evoked by the fire, I need.
   Now I am grown, some family is gone,
   My days of camping are far from done.
   One of these days we’ll pack up and go
   And to my children these pasttimes I’ll show.
   May they find such fun and pleasure as I
   And look fondly upon it, to sleep under the sky.
2. Pamela Sweet says on: 8 September 2008 at 4:25 pm

   Leigh, your poem is fantastic! It brings me back to a much simpler time when the world was mine. Days and nights were spent entirely outdoors. Thank you for prompting those great memories!
3. Leigh Royals says on: 9 September 2008 at 12:41 pm

   Pamela, I’m happy to oblige!
4. TraciC says on: 11 September 2008 at 10:30 am

   here’s mine.
5. TraciC says on: 11 September 2008 at 10:32 am

   http://www.myspace.com/storyguidetlc
   here’s mine.
6. Pamela Sweet says on: 12 September 2008 at 12:27 am

   Wow, Traci! Your story is great! Thanks so much for sharing it with us.